Eventually stops

Things motoring along okay. I get the feeling that all the busy-ness that I put down to it being the festive period is actually just what happens when you get old. You know how when you're a kid, days last FOREVER and you actually forgot what school was like during the summer holidays? Time goes at twice that speed when you're a working adult and, I assume, continues until retirement when it slows down... and eventually stops.

For some reason I seem to feel the urgency of the things around me, but like a sloth on valium I seem to have numbed out and have become an island of calm. This is not necessarily a good thing. For starters, I am not motivated to take things at anything other than my own pace, which is not fast enough to actually achieve what I want to achieve week by week.

Last Sunday, for instance, I didn't have anything planned and ended up wandering around the city in the rain watching the dragon boats races in Darling Harbour and then going to the Chauvel to see the Leonard Cohen doco (review soon). On Tuesday I returned to the Chauvel with Faun to watch the Tibet trilogy which was partway interesting but mostly made me fall into a series of microsleeps until the charred face of an old man jolted me awake at the end.

This weekend just gone started with the twins' birthday at Peppermint where I got drunk off two cocktails and ate far too much bread and dip. Gloria was her usual dazed and confused self and I wanted to catch up, but she had the most friends there so I ended up talking to Alison and her new boy Matt, with whom she is moving in soon. Then on Saturday I battled down Oxford Street to glimpse the Mardi Gras (pic soon). And then on Sunday I had dinner with my friend Sarah and her mate Warren; she is going overseas tomorrow so it was a sort of farewell thing.

During the day time, though, I cleared my schedule so I could write. I actually used the time to teach myself Photoshop tricks, develop a proposal for a music/travel show with my friend Vanessa (website soon) and sort through my Europe photos. Yeah, from 2005... At least that last bit is worthwhile as it has been on the agenda for a while.

THIS WEEKEND FOR SURE.

Also, I found a decent job on Seek - Ed Assistant/Staff writer at Reader's Digest. Tis technically a step back careerwise BUT pays the same as I'm getting now and has better prospects. Also established company, probably without revenue problems. In Ultimo/Glebe. Applications close next week so I'll have a good long hard think about it.

Have I told you about how I'm fed up with where I am now? On the work side, no real prospects. On the social side, too anti-social for all the party shit. Seriously, I've never really been a party person (I'm a misanthropic introvert, after all) but all this excessive joie de vivre is killing me softly.

Did I mention how much I dislike myspace? If you want to have a go at trying to understand my workplace culture, take a look at Ben's myspace page. His friends that are also workmates include Mel (Melissa), Dougal (left a month ago), And Many More (Rodney), La Tortuga (his new, supposedly secret squeeze Gill) and Clint. If you look at their friends, you might also find Ian, Vanessa, Dom and Phill. I'm a nerd and I know it. But when these guys are living their life on myspace, it's just as sad as staying home to write instead of getting drunk with people you don't actually like all that much. Okay, rant over.

Before you know it it is almost midnight on a Tuesday and your bed is covered in sheets of paper and you need to wash your lunch box and you know the construction will start at 6:30 whether or not you can get away with getting up at 7:30. Doesn't resemble my life AT ALL.